Oblivion More Unfinished Business Novels & Stories

So was she but her loyalty lies with Dar because she was married to one of the rulers. “Almost?” I asked her. “Yes we still have one more task to do. Your curse has been broken and Arius own also has, the empire is slowly flourishing and getting itself back. It has been just three months but the repairs are almost done. Northshorians certainly do not let anything keep them down for long.” I winced at her words. “We prefer Northerners.” I answered as she smiled. “But I still don’t understand. Everything is done, why almost?”

Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second. Fiona freaked out, frantically stimulating his pressure points. "Somebody, call 911!" Unfazed, I shed the gown and headed out. Steven's voice cracked behind me. "Claudia..." Levi blocked him. "I'm hands-off on Claudia's family stuff, but you? Back off!" I squeezed Levi's hand reassuringly and faced Steven icily. "Gonna feed me lines like you had no clue?" He stammered, "I only pitched in because they're your family."

The walls of the facility were peeling away, revealing the Infinite Sandbox outside—a chaotic void where unfinished stories and abandoned characters drifted like debris. ​Director Vane scrambled toward the "Master-Terminal" at the back of the room. "If I can't have the franchise, I’ll Format the Drive! I’ll delete the entire server! No one gets to leave! We’ll all be 'Legacy Data'!" ​Vane’s fingers blurred across the keyboard, initiating the 'Final Deletion'. The floor beneath them began to turn into a black abyss. ​Leo raised the flute again, but this time, he didn't play. He snapped it in half.

They couldn’t escape even if they wanted to. Liam demanded money from them constantly. If they refused, he beat them. He forced Sophie to set up a hot dog cart just to bring in cash. In the end, the entire family worked only to support his spending. A wretched family, all rotting together. Perfect. Six months later, Evan and I returned to our hometown to deal with our property. We planned to sell the house and settle permanently in the capital with Miles and Ava. I saw Sophie again. In just half a year, she looked more than ten years older. Her hair was streaked with gray.

The carcass of the Abyssal Leviathan disappeared into the pitch-black freezing waters above, taking the madness of the trench with it. At the bottom of the world, bathed in the soft, ancient luminescence of the flawless white jade gates, Caleb Blackwood stood motionless. The timer in his HUD was a relentless executioner: 69:40:12.

… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

Linda has made a mistake, but she doesn't deserve to die. "She has already hurt her legs, and now it's her hand—" "So what?" Tina sneered as she cut Henry short, already intent on stabbing him again when he said that Linda did not deserve to die. Why did she not finish the job two years ago? "What are you trying to say, Henry Barnes?!" Tina snapped. "That Sophie is dead anyway, but your dear Linda has lost her legs and now her hand, and thus deserves pity? And because what she has lost is worth Sophie dying a few times over?!"

But now she responded to my text saying she was going to come over for dinner, perhaps she’s actually confused. I exhaled deeply in confusion, here I am again trying to discern a woman. *** The door to my office slowly went open and Lisa walked in “Good Morning Sir Damon,” she greeted as she moved towards me, I flashed her a small smile to acknowledge her greeting, immediately she got to me, she took out her iPad and stretched it out to me. “I had someone look into Novan as you asked,” she began as I took the laptop from her. “Apparently he’s been in contacts with some inappropriate loan shark and a lot of loan companies, his debts is piling now and his parent house is about to be taken away

he murmured to Marcus. But Evelyn’s attention had already wandered. The battle was fought and won. Odessa was dead. She was free. But even as she faced the rubble with her allies and a few fallen enemies, a dark obscurity sank within her. Return home? Will they ever see her as anything other than a monster? The countless lives she had taken. Can there ever be any retribution for her. Finian appeared by her side, covered in blood yet somehow remained standing. He took her hand, his fingers interlocking with hers. “What happens now?” he asked softly. Marcus saw the two but he couldn’t say anything.